by Amanda DeLalla
All my life I sat around waiting
For something to begin
Brushing off trouble I found myself in
My mama kept me in her shell
Teachers at school would spurn
And now to your words I say well,
Now it’s my turn.
Don’t I know what’s right for me?
Now that I’m 23,
Shouldn’t I be someone who makes her own choices?
Listen to the voices,
The ones in my head and the ones swirling ‘round
Gotta shut them all out, gotta just hear the sound
Of the one in my heart that longs to be free
‘Cause it knows what’s right for me
Took me so long to grab the reins,
I’m not about to let go.
Knock it all away and I’m all that remains,
I must be the one who knows
What’s right for me.
Thank you but don’t you see,
That I am just smart enough to pick a good guy,
Or at least let me try!
Advice in my head and the kind swirling ‘round
Gonna shut it all out, gonna just hear the sound
Of a heart that beats on its own at long last
I’ll show you all soon, hold fast!